Creatures with no dreams of their own can do naught but destroy the dreams of others.

Infinities are not for casual exploration. You could fall and keep falling. You could get lost.

She knocked and waited, because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead someplace quite different.

Once upon a time, there were two moons, who were sisters. Nitid was the goddess of tears and life, and the sky was hers. No one worshipped Ellai but secret lovers.

If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face.

Love makes a person do strange things.

But her name was Esmé. She was a girl with long, long, red, red hair. Her mother braided it. The flower shop boy stood behind her and held it in his hand. Her mother cut it off and hung it from a chandelier. She was Queen. Mazishta. Her hair was black and her handmaidens dressed it with pearls and silver pins. Her flesh was golden like the desert. Her flesh was pale like cream. Her eyes were blue. Brown.